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Remembering how good it felt to be talked to as a human when I was a wee thing, I talk nonsense noises only to animals.

There was one time, I was sitting in a park with some friend's cousin, and her baby. I was sorta playing with the baby, showing him picnic table debris (sticks, leaves) and explaining about what they were, where they came from, and how I knew that. Sometimes I would offer him a thing to hold, but only, I solemnly explained, if he did NOT put it in his mouth. Being like a year, eighteen months, or whatever, of course he was all but helplessly compelled to put things in his mouth. It is fun to watch the gears grinding, as the baby T R I E S to resist the instinctual temptation. So then as he started to move the thing towards the drool-hole, I plucked it from his hand & started showing him something new. It's a dumb game to play with babies, yeah. But it kills the time while the other adults are talking about people I don't even know, whatever.
Eventually, the friend's cousin turns to me and says, "I don't know why you talk to him like that, it's not like he understands you."
I smiled at her big and kindly, and said, "He probably understands more than you think."
The baby looked at me, and looked at her, and he looked at me for a long time. It is difficult to read the thoughts a big blank drooling baby face, sometimes - but it seemed very much that he understood that exchange pretty well.